Cop Shoot Cop - Corporate Protopop Lyrics
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Corporate Protopop
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What Are The Lyrics For Corporate Protopop By Cop Shoot Cop?
You're a demanding consumer,
And you demand instant gratification. Your needs are our main concern. Let's be honest, As consumers we all have needs and desires. Trouble is, we suppress them In nature, as in the business world, Now there are winners and there are losers. But does the predator pity the prey? I don't think so. It's not just unnatural, it's plain unhealthy. Nurture your desires. Cultivate your desires. Let them grow and flower into the blossom that is greed. You see, you are needed. Your greed provides this country With the fertile financial soil in which the roots of exploitation Can spread, live, grow and flourish. This in turn furnishes you, The consumer, the standard of living you've come to expect. The products you buy, the programs you watch, the car you drive, your job. These are the things that define you as an individual. Without them you have no identity, no purpose, no reason to exist. Greed. Hatred. They're not just good ideas, They're the precepts this country was founded on. They will keep you right where you are. And we'd like to keep it that way. |
Who Wrote Corporate Protopop By Cop Shoot Cop?
James George Thirlwell, Todd C. Ashley
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What's The Duration Of The Corporate Protopop By Cop Shoot Cop?The duration of Corporate Protopop is 1:18 minutes and seconds. |
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